[ she trails off, but her furrowed brow speaks for itself: she still thought it would be enough to give her free rein of the building, and that his obligation would end there.
this is... not suspicious, exactly. of course kind people exist in the world; it's just that world doesn't usually intersect with hers. never mind how strange it is simply to have someone around who chatters freely, without any pressure or barbs cloaked in his words. she almost wants to tell him not to, anxious that the other tenants will hate her for the inconvenience. particularly those who already find her mere presence irritating. cough felix cough but if she insists too much, that will become annoying, too...
ugh. kindness is so much more complicated than cruelty. ]
If that's really okay... Do you think we should just prop it open with a brick? Would that be enough?
[ And with a third nail hammered through the center of the door frame, Dokja's work is complete. He didn't even have to lose a finger along the way, which is miraculous for who he is.
He steps down from the chair and sets aside the hammer before dusting off his hands of imaginary dust, then takes a moment to admire his handiwork. It's atrocious, completely makeshift in appearance, but it'll get the job done until this curse removes itself from Ruby. ]
A brick's a great idea.
[ They'll probably have some spare bricks laying around, too, what with the remodeling they've had to do with this place. ]
I'll go do that now, and if you need anything else, just let me know, okay?
[ He stands there, expression expectant, as he waits for her answer because he's starting to put together the pieces that make up Ruby and he's slowly learning that there's more to her than he'd initially read. ]
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Wait, even the main entrance? I thought...
[ she trails off, but her furrowed brow speaks for itself: she still thought it would be enough to give her free rein of the building, and that his obligation would end there.
this is... not suspicious, exactly. of course kind people exist in the world; it's just that world doesn't usually intersect with hers. never mind how strange it is simply to have someone around who chatters freely, without any pressure or barbs cloaked in his words. she almost wants to tell him not to, anxious that the other tenants will hate her for the inconvenience. particularly those who already find her mere presence irritating.
cough felix coughbut if she insists too much, that will become annoying, too...ugh. kindness is so much more complicated than cruelty. ]
If that's really okay... Do you think we should just prop it open with a brick? Would that be enough?
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He steps down from the chair and sets aside the hammer before dusting off his hands of imaginary dust, then takes a moment to admire his handiwork. It's atrocious, completely makeshift in appearance, but it'll get the job done until this curse removes itself from Ruby. ]
A brick's a great idea.
[ They'll probably have some spare bricks laying around, too, what with the remodeling they've had to do with this place. ]
I'll go do that now, and if you need anything else, just let me know, okay?
[ He stands there, expression expectant, as he waits for her answer because he's starting to put together the pieces that make up Ruby and he's slowly learning that there's more to her than he'd initially read. ]